Monthly Archives: February 2015

Here’s something radical: neither you nor I need to be Billy Graham, Mike Pilavachi, or your super-evangelist of choice. The only people who were called to be those guys were Billy Graham, Mike Pilavachi, and your super-evangelist of choice. I … Continue reading →

I rarely feel my age (which in my head is defined by a tolerance for alcohol, celebrating the weekend, having a proper job and probably some sort of exercise routine). Either I feel six years old, or forty-six years old. … Continue reading →